Ember’s POV
I woke up with a slight headache, but with time, it stopped. I sat up on the bed, expecting to see myself in the filthy room where I'd been staying, but it happened to be a place I didn't expect.
My dress was changed, and bruises healed as if nothing had happened to me, whereas I was expecting to see myself still soaked in my blood-soaked dress.
The image of Camila whipping me like I was an animal flashed through my mind, and I twisted my finger on the bedsheet.
I looked at my side to see him—Alpha Vander—sleeping peacefully beside me.
“We spent the night together in this minor room?” I couldn't help but mutter while looking around, then the sound of his groan pulled my attention back to him. “Is he dreaming?”
My eyes landed on his waist, and I gasped, covering my lips.
